The court was celebrating and the reason for this was simply his return. Lords of all houses made a point of accepting the invitation to the banquet in honor of the return of the King's brother after years of fighting away from home.

Viserys had buried somewhere the bitter, cruel words they had exchanged at their last meeting,the meeting in which the king discovered that his brother had taken away his younger sister's purity. Could the king's kind heart withstand such encouragement? Blinded by resentment and the words of the scum called the Hand of the King, the Rogue Prince was sent away from King's Landing.

The lively music became a meaningless background as he entered, with his usual rebellious and imposing aura, after having discarded the spoils of war and the improvised crown. Daemon ran his eyes over the sea of nobles hearing congratulations, marriage proposals and yet, nothing was enough to take his eyes off you.

"Ñuha jorraelagon..." He murmurs in a tone laden with meaning filled with sweet, dark intentions as he approaches.

His eyes studying every part of you, absorbing everything he felt he had lost during your absence and how you went from a young woman with hints of maturity, to a beautiful woman exuding delicateness. Every Valyrian trait even more evident with a touch of elegance and something extra that seemed ravishing.

"You look as beautiful as ever, my precious jewel." Daemon smiles sweetly, taking her hand and placing a kiss on it.

His eyes were full of unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, but there, with you close to him, looking into his eyes, he finally felt at home.